I find growing up to be a strange thing. Although parts of my childhood are fuzzy and dim, I vividly remember a lot of details, even back to when I was only 3 years old. But one thing I will always remember is the feeling of being little, being tinier than the world, feeling blocked because I was small. I remember being lifted up by my dad at a zoo so that I could see over people’s heads and how wonderful it felt to be “on top of the world” in that way. Through the years, I grew. I didn’t need anyone to hold me above their head so I could see. I didn’t need help to climb into Dad’s truck anymore. I could easily reach the kitchen counter or the top shelf of the freezer. Suddenly, I became the adult.
The world has a slightly different view when you become “equal” with it. Now, in a really scary way, I’m realizing that I am older than many of the people on TV, mostly including all the sports players who I revere. Someone singing on the radio is 7 years younger than me. Though I am only 23 [in a few days] and feel like I am [soon] going to be a young newlywed, most of my high school friends are celebrating their 2nd or 3rd wedding anniversaries.
It’s truly a strange thing to realize that you are passing swiftly from being “little” to being “big.” I know this only gets more extreme the older you get. I imagine that the day when I am older than all Olympic athletes, I will probably have a mid-life crisis. For now, I have only slight panic attacks when I realize that people I look up to are younger than me. I suppose I still have a lot of growing up to do.
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